Africa makes me feel unsteady each time. It leaves me overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and squeezes my emotional fragility out. And this is also why I leave with a feeling of gratitude each time. Despite they can hurt, I've never been able to give up being shaken by emotions. Each repressed emotion is lost for good, and there'll be no second chance to live it again.There's no linguistic barrier that can stop the expressions of joy, surprise, fear, curiosity, offered to me during those few days. Words become unnecessary, when you can feel that what you are is what really matters. And what we are is determined by what we do, not by what we say.